Stolen By My Step-Brother

I climbed out the vehicle and stared up at the house we we're moving in. I was unsure whether to be in awe or scared by the roaring echoing from the mansion. My mother followed behind me and stood paralyzed for a moment as well. "Are they...having a party?" She asked surprised as well, and I shrugged my shoulders. My young brother cuddled against my leg, and I glanced down towards his shivering body. Music blared from the home, as coloured lights sprinkled all around the walls. My mother ushered us towards the door, but it was evident she was not sure what to do either. "Let's just go in as he told me to." "Come on August, it's not going to be that bad, he's really great to me," I hissed, mimicking her of the time when she told us we were moving with her fiancé. She glared in my direction. Before we could knock, someone busted through the entrance and sprinted to the side. We heard vomiting noises, and I covered my young brother's ears. My mother made her way inside, and the sight was horrid. Everywhere was hoarded with young adults, all drinking and dancing from the circled stairway to the upper level, to the kitchen table. My mother desperately attempted to find the son of the home, and rushed through the crowd as I carried my brother in my arms. "Any idea where we could find Mike," I heard my mother yell through the music. A few of them nodded and pointed to the stairs. We followed the stairway, passing by balloons and colourful strings that decorated the path. It was hard not to notice the broken furniture, and they appeared much too expensive to be replaced. As we passed a couple making out, I covered my brother's eyes as I narrowed my own, purposely shoving one of them. As we finally made it to the upper level, I then realized there was another stairway that headed to an even higher level. I groaned, and stared at the theatre room in which played inappropriate content. "Anybody know where Mike is?" "Whose asking?" A vicious voice was heard from the yelling people, and soon a man made his way through the throng. He was built, tanned, and the cigar that hung on the side of his mouth caused me to shiver. His glare was icy, as if he was prepared to attack anybody that crossed his path wrongfully. As soon as he noticed my mother, his entire visage altered, and he pulled the cigar from his mouth. His eyes twinkled with admiration, and he widened his arms, "Mrs. Devinez, we totally forgot you were to move-in today!" His entire body was sweaty, but he still hugged my mother whom I know was probably thinking about how disgusting it was "Eric, I'm looking for Mike." He nodded his head, and glanced towards me. I tightened my grip around my younger brother, but he was growing heavier by the second, "Mike is upstairs, in his room for sure." His entire sentence was said to my mother, but his eyes were glued on me. I felt violated by the manner his eyes scrutinized me. "You here for the party? Never seen you before, new?" "That's my daughter. Thank you," my mother gripped my arm and pulled me to follow her, and I felt the burning gaze of Eric following after me. We rushed to the third floor, and it had much more calm to it. It was the bedroom floors. "Bummed he didn't tell us which bedroom." We began rushing through the doors, searching for a man named Mike. It was not soon until we found him. He was in his own room, with a few of his friends. Rolling blunts and making lines of Cocaine; what did my mother get us into? As soon as his door opened, he pulled a gun from the bed and aimed towards us. My mother froze, and so did I. However, his eyes widened when he realized it was my mother, and he immediately stood to his feet. "Mrs. Devinez, pleasure to have you h—" "You aimed a gun at my head?" My mother screamed, the fear still trembling her voice. Mike pushed us outside and closed the door behind him. The smell of a mixture of drugs and booze stopped suffocating us when he closed his door. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else—" It was apparent he was the older brother. Both their features were very sharp, and the dirty blond hair accompanied their dark amethyst gaze fairly well. They were tall, probably an entire head over me along with a few inches. He was wearing a tight black shirt, his shoulders broad as he placed his palms on his waist. It was obvious he was worried about my mother speaking to his father about this, but I simply hoped my mother would take back the stupid move in, and we could return to our hometown eight hours away. "And whom did you think I was exactly?" He chuckled nervously, "Nobody to be worried about." He scratched the back of his head, and before she could make an uproar, he placed his palm on her back and began pushing her towards the master bedroom at the end of the hall. "My father said he'd be back soon, I'm guessing he had some sort of meeting." "I know, he mentioned that to me." A woman burst through one of the rooms, with barely any clothes to cover her glowing t**s. "Babe, come on!" We heard from the room, and Mike's cheeks became slightly pink. He shook his head, "Sorry about that, we didn't know you were moving in today." He then glanced towards me, and a second glance followed. Then his gaze stopped, and he simply examined me from my toes to my face. "That's my daughter," my mother growled unhappily, and Mike chuckled nervously. He was placing himself into a deeper hole. "I unlocked the master bedroom, you guys can wait here until my father arrives, I'll dismantle the party." "Please do so," my mother hissed. He was attempting to do the best he could, and he was also very high but did a good job controlling himself, as the door closed behind him, my mother glanced towards me. I let my youngest brother off my arms as he marched towards the massive bed in the middle of the huge bedroom. My mother rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me this was a bad idea, it's only our first hour." "Doesn't look like it was a good idea either."